over-swathed

Updated: May 2, 2025

She only had time for that one glance at the helpless, miserable child, before she climbed up the steep car-steps. She found an empty seat, and shrugged close to the window. She did not think very much of what she was doing. She thought more of the absurdly uncomfortable child, over-swathed in clothing, and over-disciplined with mother-love, she could not have told why.

Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman - By the Light of the Soul: A Novel